

HURTIN' - prologueFebruary 15th, 1992 –HURTIN' - prologue
Under the yellow glow of a riverside streetlamp, Kenneth Wilson III stood waiting. The icy rain slid inside his Armani coat and soaked though his school blazer. His hands were nestled under his armpits for warmth. His jaw was sore for all it’s shivering. His socks were saturated with enough water to fill an aquarium. Ten minutes he’d stood there, and already he was regretting having come.
“Screw this, man,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I don’t need this.”
“Ah, but you do.”
He spun around. Standing behind him, bone dry underneath a wide umbrella, wa
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